I had a clear childhood memory of when gravity temporarily vanished and we all had to duck and cover under our desks. Years later I learned how gravity worked. A few years after that I realized my memory was impossible though it felt very real. This may be the root of my trust issues…

I love self checkout. From my decades of cash register experience I can tell you, your soul begins to leave your body standing still for hours doing the same repetitive mindless task. It is not a job most want nor honestly should do. I really can’t fathom the folks who prefer waiting in line for one bored af human to do a task they could easily do themselves. A good company would find other things for their employees to do or (this would never happen) pay them more per hour to work fewer hours totaling the same weekly check. I feel only the elderly, overburdened, and incapable should use a cashier. If you got 2 available, working hands and can twist at the waist - get to scanning!!

I have coined the term hifellowkidsing when I struggle and fail to relate to teens. As in “I heard the neighbor kid loudly bumping what sounded like Eminem so I totally hifellowkidsed him and asked whether or not it was. He rolled his eyes and ignored me”. My only comfort is I was a horrible snot at that age, so I have karmically earned every belabored sigh and humiliated grimace.

Hey I asked this a while ago elsewhere but can’t find the reply. Does anyone know when our target closes? It’s a holiday here.

This weekend I halved and scored an eggplant, rubbed the cut sides with harissa and grilled. It was inedibly hot. Cheers!

My unasked for opinion on the word “normies” - there are some real weirdies out there that got wires crossed and they sure don’t revel in their undesired uniqueness. People who can’t sleep for more than 5 minutes spans (she exists), folks sexually attracted to shoe horns, bros who can’t feel pain and burn their hands touching the stove. Be happy most everything ended up where it should and working reasonably well - it’s not a badge of honor to be an anamoulos fringe anything. I imagine it is painful and assume very lonely. Also there is nothing more fucking pedestrian than feeling uniquely misunderstood and alone. THAT is some normie shit.

Thank you, I feel very good about my chances this go around. I’m sober because I’m a better person when I don’t drink. Up until now, I also very purposefully surrounded myself with high risk drinkers, so I knew I would not have any friends going on this journey with me.

Drinking, finally for good I hope! I’m 3.8 years in. I first blacked out at 12 and was drinking liquor regularly by 14 so booze was my way of life. I can’t socialize very well as I am naturally super awkward then never honed my “don’t be super weird” skills, but I’m finally free to live my life how I want!

But all the pages are 72. And your whole experience is also being described in real time on another page 72 elsewhere. 72s all the way down friend.

Unfortunately work me will say whatever my coworker needs to hear to get quick, accurate replies, save anything prejudice or cruel. Did my agnostic ass happily discuss dyeing Easter eggs with an old white dude who Teamsed me “happy Easter if that’s even acceptable anymore”? Praise your white American Jesus you know I did.

here’s 98 ideas!

For me, outrage at tearing an image implies the subject is beyond reproach and that concept itself is extremely concerning / problematic.

Any individual possessing more than a lifetime’s worth of money. Like after you have $30 million the rest goes into a bucket for everyone else to use. You can re-up from the bucket once you drop below mmmm a 5 year amount of money say $2 million. You can still amass bazillions of dollars, just not kajillions.

Geometric frames of the same size and thickness to make a 3 tiered windchime from upcycled glass!

It feels very good, like physically itches the inside back of my throat (amazing if you’re having an allergic response to something), while being deeply psychologically satisfying to yell from your abdomen. I try to only do it at home, but there’s a reason some people scream-sneeze.

Same! My longest endeavor at the moment is getting my orchid to bloom prolifically (3 years), drying the blooms so they maintain their color (2 years) dipping them in epoxy so I 3D eternal blossoms and now I have 12 beautiful hardened orchid flowers I am figuring out what to do with. My husband has the same interest but uses more tech. We figured out how to print and assemble an impossible table to hold my miniature cactus. We both love tinkering for the joy of creatively problem solving.

I hope we can all agree that media, like drugs, exists on a spectrum of less harmful (books / weed) to very harmful (torture porn / bath salts). As time passes and more things are added to our lists we should no longer generalize and say everything in our once very small category is all good or all bad.

Fair point. I was thinking about an in home aid, which my partner did for 7+ years with developmentally impaired adults. It was rarely dangerous and the employees were prepared for each unique client, which they could spend years with if they chose to stay. The lack of professional training is not ideal nor fair to either party, but neither this is world we live in and those folks need aids who care. If you want to mostly hang out with folks and make a meaningful impact this would be a way to do that.

Everything except world-seer can be done as an at home aid for the elderly or folks with developmental differences. Pay is shit and you may have to do personal care things, but you also mostly hang out with generally nice or at least docile folks. But then there also can be random anger and poop. Scarily enough you usually need little to no qualifications for this work.